No Big Surprise

So today continued to not go as planned. I called Children’s Hospital to see what the hours were for their Walk-In Clinic, only to be told that their Walk-In Clinic was closed for the day. So basically, if I brought Jack to Children’s it would have to be to their Emergency Room and the fee for that would just have been completely unnecessary. So to the Walk-In at Winchester Hospital in Wilmington we went! Of course, I had to go to Starbucks first and I ordered a grande decaf mocha frapuccino and was told that they don’t make decaf frapuccinos. Crap. Oh well! I was not about to leave Starbucks without a frapuccino. And a cupcake. And a croissant. I literally inhaled all of the above, even though there was not enough room in my stomach for all of that food. Thankfully, the caffeine in the frapuccino didn’t bother me that much. I seem to have a lot more trouble with the caffeine in soda because it’s mixed in with a boatload of corn syrup, which makes my eyes super dry and makes me feel like garbage. I’m actually happy that they don’t make decaf frapuccinos because then I’d be tempted to get them more often and if you’ve seen me lately you know I should probably stick to just eating carrots and water. Things continued to not go my way when we got to the walk-in. I will not bore you with the long, drawn-out story of our fabulous wait in the waiting area, but the doctor that FINALLY saw us gave me the creeps. Like, never in a million years would I have left Jack alone in a room with him. Kinda like when The Trainman would want to show us the trains in his basement. You knew better than to see the trains alone! Buddy System in the basement! Anyway, no surprise that he was completely ill-prepared to examine a child, especially a child with special needs. He’s trying to explain to Jack that having his ears examined won’t hurt. Okay, that’s like trying to explain that concept to your cat. It took him FOREVER to look in each ear and when I tell you that I had to hold Jack in some sort of medieval wrestling move, I am not kidding. The poor kid was SCREAMING as the doctor took his sweet time looking in his ears. After he looked in his left ear, the doctor told me it looked good. My heart immediately sank because I KNEW he had an ear infection and I didn’t have much faith that this doctor was capable of diagnosing it even if Jack’s ear had been oozing. So you can imagine how happy I was when he looked in Jack’s right ear and announced that he had an ear infection! Hooray!!! So the doctor wants to give Jack the usual antibiotic that they give every kid, which does NOT work on Jack. Of course, his pediatrician would’ve known this and would’ve automatically prescribed the antibiotic that does work for him, but unfortunately we were not seeing his pediatrician and the walk-in didn’t have access to Jack’s records. So I explain this to the doctor and try to remember the name of the weird antibiotic that Jack usually gets and the guy has never heard of it. Now I have to call our pharmacy and ask them for the prescription information so I can basically tell this doctor what to give him. I get that information (because our pharmacy is AWESOME. Seriously, go to Hannaford Pharmacy in Lowell. Kathy and Roger are THE BEST.) and give it to the doctor and he’s STILL never heard of it. So he drags out his encyclopedia of prescription drugs, which is like the size of the Large Print Reference Bible volumes combined. He reads up on the medication and explains to me what it is (like I care?! Just give me a script for the stupid stuff so I can get the heck outta here!) and finally gives me a written prescription for it. Then we drive all the way to Hannaford to fill it, only to find that the doctor forgot to even write Jack’s name on it. But because they know us so well there they just filled it anyway. Jack and I ended up getting home at almost the exact same time as Dave so after he had a bottle with his antibiotic and some Tylenol we all went down for a nap. He actually only ended up sleeping for two hours so hopefully he’ll go to bed on time tonight. And not wake up in the middle of the night. So now I’ve got some laundry in and I’m trying to soak the mold out of Dave’s hockey equipment that’s been festering in his hockey bag on the floor of the basement all soaking wet for the past two weeks. At least I feel like I’m getting stuff accomplished and I know Jack’s going to be getting better soon. Of course, we missed out on an absolutely GORGEOUS day, but I’d take a good night’s sleep over a beautiful day any day. I just absolutely LOVE sleeping. Like, some people enjoy alcohol. Some people enjoy football. I enjoy sleeping. And I’m great at it! Seriously, there’s nobody better. So here’s hoping for a solid 8 hours of sleep tonight and a nice, boring day tomorrow!